Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.